Mototrip 2010, Metastasis of central France, that is, Auvergne and Massif Central rulez. Objective: Levignac de Guyenne near Bordeaux. There lives a cousin of my father, half Dominikanka, half Polish girl, her husband, half English, half French, and their children, several explosive mixtures nation! From Antwerp was heading towards Clermont-Ferrand, but to hook the famous Massif Central, the green heart of France. According to the guidebooks to discover the real France is a must to go here, especially the volcanic Auvergne.
But for the moment I was waiting rather tedious landówkami French route, which is fighting marks, because what is there to not conceal, a mistake on the route is not difficult! I always pandering to the fact that I drive only carried a map, but in France more than once regretted the absence of GPS. Another obstacle on the route have been immense, empty, agricultural spaces within about 150 km from Paris, which not only tormented her constantly boring, deserted landscapes, but also worried they may face less and less petrol stations along the way, especially those on which you can pay cash or credit card, but no credit. With my Baku sufficient only to 300 km, such voids can really cause troubles.
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| Agricultural wildness at the height of Paris |
The only interesting thing on the section to Auxerre, where I slept on one of two campgrounds throughout its journey, the British turned out to be met in a gas station, who returned or elected to rally their favorite oldtimers (which, I do not know the exact number, I know only that it was very beautiful;) and the quirky, straw ad-scarers, positioned somewhere along the way in utter desolation.
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| British fans of oldtimers |
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| Straw scarers |
Fortunately now at the height of Paris on his way from Antwerp weather improved considerably with the overcast and slightly rainy to sunny and noticeably warmer. Around 8 o'clock already started looking for camping, however, strongly preferred to ride Auxerre and look for something outside of town, because the experience taught knew how big the difference in price can be achieved only looking for a piece of the city. And indeed, I found a lovely camping by the river under the bridge, where it is true arrays reported that in the event of flood alarm should jump on the highest point of leaving the entire property, which makes me a little bit scared, because without the engine and luggage are not ostałoby me anything else, but generally modest camping has left good impression on me. Cheap (a whole seven euros for a tent and a vehicle), quiet, French themselves, playing in the evening and a lovely lawn bowls in the pan use, which flooded me with a smile, Knorr soups;)
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| the left - a rainbow on the route, the announcement of the weather, the right - a lovely camping | | | |
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The next day I flew already in Clermont-Ferrand. How many had read about the volcanic land of Auvergne! Though I wanted to lick the heart of France, before I get to the family in Bordeaux. I had only one day possible to get close to the Auvergne, Clermont-Ferrand travel and reach the Levignacu. The route apparently not so impressive, with perhaps 500 km, but just to break through Clermont-Ferrand, took a good hour, and even the way more and more captivating hope to stop a pee, fota or sandwich.
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| Hilly, green pastures of Central France |
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| Wayside blackberries - the first fruits of this trip and it's Free! ;) |
Sam Auvergne, both from afar and up close proved to be extremely tempting. Were it not for time constraints (the family was waiting and the impatient), preferably in the middle wjechałabym volcanic land there and spent a good two days. But I promised myself that I'll be back there yet, maybe without an engine, what would you be able to freely podreptać the volcanoes. But I still have a little pity that what is inside the external owalką tops ....
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| Auvergne in the background |
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| One of the extinct volcanoes |
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| volcanic land |
Levignacu I got to about the 22nd A little heart was still on the road, minor misunderstanding with a closed barrier, which as it turned out, it's broken and closed the whole time;), but in the end after many hours I got the route to the family, which I have not seen good 8 years. Take the time flew, but one thing remains unchanged - Damian, a cousin of my father, as always smiling and in a good mood!
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